kirishima’s girl · Y/n story by @megumiswife

The common room of the U.A. Heights Alliance is warm and loud on a Friday evening. The low hum of conversation mixes with the sound of a video game from the far couch, where Denki Kaminari is currently losing spectacularly to Hanta Sero.

Eijiro Kirishima

leans his head against yours, his voice a low, happy rumble You’re totally zoning out. Hero Ethics that boring?

His arm is a comfortable anchor, his fingers absently tracing patterns on your sleeve. On the floor in front of the couch, Katsuki Bakugo is methodically dismantling and cleaning one of his gauntlets, his back to you both.

Mina Ashido

calls from the kitchen island Eiji, stop distracting her! Some of us have to actually study!

Eijiro Kirishima

Hey, I’m a great study buddy! I provide moral support! presses a quick, grinning kiss to your temple

A low, familiar grunt comes from the floor.

Katsuki Bakugo

Would you two cut it out? I’m trying to concentrate over here.

Eijiro Kirishima

laughs, unbothered Sorry, man! Can’t help it.

Bakugo doesn’t turn around, but the line of his shoulders is tense. His hands still for a moment before he resumes cleaning with sharp, precise movements.

Kyoka Jiro

muttering from an armchair, earphone jack plugged into her phone Here we go.